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username: FlowerCrownBoy
name: Ryden
gender: Male
personality: "What can I say, I'm a teenager!" Ryden is a sarcastic dimwit, he loves to play pranks on people. Whether it's with his voodoo or just a simple rubber band. He doesn't take crap from anybody. He is also very salty, very common for a teenager. He hates being forced to do anything. He usually hides away in a library so he doesn't have to hear those "stupid humans."
shadows name: Ursula
why do they do voodoo?: He got his grandfathers library when he died. Ryden found a secret room behind a bookshelf, inside was hundreds of books about witchcraft. Over the next 4 months he read about 400+ books. Since he didn't want this knowledge to go to waste he started using it. Little by little he learned spell after spell. He found it so fun he made a living out of it.
Ryden likes to keep his little profession a secret. If he does slip and let the cat out of the bag, he does a spell so they forget everything he has said. He only tells people that are close to him, like his dolls. His dolls each have a personality, he summons them by chanting around their favorite items. What does he use his dolls for? Oh just his chores, but he also has them as friends, They aren't as annoying as humans. He talks to them by eye contact. He wiggles his eyebrows when he's hungry and they make him food.
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"Ryden what do you mean you do voodoo? Is that what you've been doing all these years?!" His mother yells. He looks at her and frowns. "And look at you, you look like some creepy doll, go wash it off!" She says, slamming the fridge door. This was the day Ryden turned 18, which means he's moving out. He decided to tell his mom about his profession, her dad did it, so why can't he. He coughed "Mom, I can't wash it off, it's real.." He said, attitude in his tone. "You're just like my father, you'll be burned at the stake!" She says, tears forming in her eyes.
Oh boo hoo, who cares? He looks at her and just sighs. "You leave me no choice, i'm sorry mom." He looked down the hallway, a very serious face on, then he smirked. He nods, signaling
them to do their thing. About 3 dolls run up and attacks his mom. He sits back and watches the magic. Once they tied her to a kitchen chair he starts making the special ceremony. He starts chanting the words, lighting a special paper. He throws the burning paper and the chair starts flaming up. He chants louder, then silence. The ceremony was done. His mothers memory from the last 20 minutes was gone. He untied his unhurt mother and put her in her bed. He writes a note saying goodbye and walks out the door, his little friends following him.
"And that's what happens when you can't keep a secret." 
